Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.